General Angel is exploring the barracks. Intimate Thomas Lee doesn’t hear the click-clack of his commanding officer’s high heels during the time that this chab’s cleaning his rifle. When this babe alerts him to her presence, this guy leaps to his soles to hello her.

General Angel is not satisfied. This babe takes the rifle and inspects the barrel for mud. Not superb. This babe orders him to receive into pushup pose and give her a rapid ten as this babe gleefully counts, her lips curling into a fierce smile. Farther inspection discloses a bottle of Czech vodka. This guy’s in large grief now. “For this, u go to prison,” this babe says bluntly.

Tossing himself at the grace of General Angel’s cleavage, the intimate entreats for forgiveness. That sounds like a good idea to her. Pulling him into her bosom, Barbara (if we may informally call General Angel by that name) hasn’t gotten any for a during the time that and this babe’s lascivious. Thomas’ face wedged in her boob break will do nicely for starters.

“But, ma’am, master…” Thomas stutters.

“Shut up and play with my breasts,” Barbara orders.

Barbara lowers her uniform so Lee can receive at her large twin canons. His deep throating gives her a nipp swelling. These puffy peaks are deadly weapons! Giving a kiss these powerful, fleshy knockers is a lot more good than cleaning his barrel!

Intimate Lee had no idea how lascivious his General is. Now this babe’s the one pulling down to the floor so this babe can give him a suck job, receive her cootchie slurped and take his sausage for a flip. As they the one and the other treatment fatigue, this babe uncontrollably wanks his testicles into her throat.

“It is great to be the General,” Barbara breathlessly says to us. Looks like this babe’s won this battle of the sexes.